The Drowning Page #7

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Three of our staffers, to be exact.

You know, my husband

still blames himself.

What he did to that child.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that's...

That was terrible, terrible,

and I know very difficult to talk about.

I'm sorry.

I... I blame Mr. McDonald.

You see, I still want to forgive Danny,

because the other boy,

he was one of those boys,

always a problem, always.

But Danny did...

He stabbed that boy.

He walked across the room,

and he stabbed him.

Thank God the poor child survived.

Broke my husband's heart.

But I blame Angus.

Do you see?

Mm-hmm.

Because you feel like he let it happen?

Wanted.

He wanted it to happen.

Angus McDonald came

to us a teacher, a teacher,

but he had Danny writing

all these terrible things

over and over about what happened.

Angus was over-involved.

Go on.

I think I've said enough.

This is Tom.

You've reached my cell.

Leave me a message, and I'll

get back to you as soon as I can.

Tom, I'm really mad at you right now,

and I don't want to be mad at you,

but you should be here.

I shouldn't even be

leaving you this message.

But this is good.

This is really good.

I think the guy from The Times is here.

She's a liar.

Why would she lie?

Why don't you believe me?

She said you stabbed a kid, Danny.

You have no idea

what I had to do in there,

what they called me,

what they did to me.

And Angus?

He's a creep, a stalker, and a fag.

It doesn't matter.

Whatever.

F***, you hate me.

Why do you hate me?

I don't hate you.

Would you stop it?

Why do you hate me?

Would you stop it?

I don't hate you.

I'm just trying to figure out

what happened at Windsor, that's all.

You still think I killed her.

Well, I didn't.

It wasn't me.

It was someone else who did that stuff.

I don't know who it was.

F*** it.

I have to go to work!

Danny, stop it.

Stop it!

You were supposed to help me, I thought.

You were. You were.

Will you calm down?

You were supposed to f***ing help me!

Danny!

F***! F***!

Danny, calm down.

Danny, Danny, Danny.

Those used to belong to me.

I don't know who they

belong to anymore, okay?

F***ing take it.

Are you finished?

Now you want to tell me

what really happened at Windsor?

Why? So you can pretend

like you give a sh*t?

Hey, just wai... wait a second.

Danny!

God damn it.

Seems like the truth

Turned to a lie

Well, this is why

I'll ask you why...

Ange.

Listen...

No, no, no. Wait. Wait.

I want... I want to buy you a drink.

Tom.

No, come on, sit.

Sit down.

Sit, sit, sit.

Have a drink with me.

- One drink.

- Thank you.

So, have you heard

anything from our boy?

He's at my house...

On the couch.

I don't know what you said to him,

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